DANGER
Inside the majestic and modernly stylish De Mavius mansion, each corner of the wall was beautifully carved, and the designs were made with complete care. With the combination of sky blue and spotless white paint, it was looking like a century palace. It's vast with a luxurious touch and lavish amenities. Charlotte and the head elder of the clan, are talking on the balcony. The night sky is awake and the air felt oddly tranquil. The Don was drinking tea and Charlotte was sitting right in front of him.
While the old head butler served their tea, Charlotte's cell phone suddenly rang. She quickly apologized to the old man and answer the call.
"Miss Charlotte, we've got the target. Where do we take her?" The man asked and Charlotte looked at her grandfather.
"Take her to the private resort of Scythe Island. Pronto." She ordered and hung up the call immediately before facing the grandfather who had been listening to her earlier.
Charlotte gratefully smiled at him who was seated so aloof and nonchalant towards her. "Thank you for helping me get rid of her, grandpa." She gratefully thanked and bowed slightly in respect.
"Anything for business. I won't let Mort get end up with a lowly courtesan." The old man responded indifferently while inhaling into his tobacco pipe. She broke out in a cold sweat, Charlotte's hand formed into a fist beneath the table as her heart began to pound loudly as if her heart was about to hammer out of her chest.
She had no choice but to lie to her grandpa about the woman his men ordered to kidnap. If the Don found out that he was going to abduct a Massoullève, the chances of helping her were as vague as her future. The woman is sweating profusely and tense in her seat.
Charlotte bid goodbye to the old man. Aboard into her silver Volvo car, she drove to her building late at night where the chopper was waiting for her at the helipad.
"Good evening, Ma'am. The chopper is now ready to depart." The pilot opened greeted her and bowed.
"Let's go." She commanded and the pilot guided her to the chopper.
As they headed to Scythe Island, Charlotte's hands and muscles trembled with desperation and fear. She is desperate to get Mort's attention and affection so that she can become her husband and be accepted by her own family for the reason that she is only an illegitimate child. And fear if her plan fails, she will face the wrath of the three families: the Massoullève, Aslanov, and the De Mavius.
'I won't let my plan fail, not this time.' Her teeth bared, as she looked out of the chopper. The moon was like a phantom-silver disc in the sky. Ribbons of light rebounded off the mirrored surface of the sea like silver tracers of fire.
The recollection she had in the past still haunts her. She vividly remembered the unequal treatment she received from her own family at the De Mavius mansion. They made her a housemaid and do the household chores and she is aware that her family will never accept her. She also sleeps in the maid's quarters and wears the same clothes as the maids of the De Mavius family.
Charlotte was only adopted after her mother died and also as a part of responsibility. Although the head elder of the family took her in, Charlotte still did not feel that she belonged to them. There's always this barrier that divides her from them. The De Mavius clan is known for male superiority and dominance. Only males have the right to bear their surname, while female family members are disregarded. Any female born into this family is disqualified from bearing the De Mavius surname and is not recognized as a member of the family.
But miraculously, her mother found a way for her to enter the family. The head elder granted her mother's dying wish and took her after she died.
She goes to school and studies hard, she also gets 3 degrees at the same time just to impress her grandfather. She works her way up and becomes successful but still, that is not enough. She did everything but they haven't accepted her fully. Charlotte was too desperate to get their approval. Although for other people, she was on the top of the wheel because of what she accomplished in life, she is still invisible in the eyes of her family.
Until one day, her grandfather suddenly approached her in her office. She was given a chance to become part of the De Mavius family only for one condition. That was to marry Mort Dmitriv Aslanov, the next leader of the most powerful mafia in the world. At first, Charlotte was happy because she thought it was easy for her to carry out the task. But when she met Mort, she was immediately rejected. But she saw a glimpse of chance that probably no woman was around the man as he was too aloof and apathetic to be with anyone aside from his secretary and three young boys until she saw Sumire.
Charlotte clenched her hands when Sumire's face flashed in her mind. "That bitch!" She seethed.
The fact that Sumire is a Massoullève her chances of getting Mort decreases to zero. Charlotte thought she was at the top of the mountain but that is just a vision of how small she is compared to Sumire. Charlotte was like a dot in Sumire's vast universe and she was clearly out of her league. The maiden is way too high above her and considering her family was well-known in the business world running half of the global economy. She had nothing against her.
"You left me no choice, Sumire. I have to do this or I'll lose the chance to be accepted by my family and be Mort's wife."
Her hideous thoughts were interrupted when the chopper pilot suddenly spoke. "Ms. Charlotte, we have arrived at Scythe Island."
When the chopper landed, the Don's men in black suits were waiting to escort her to the place. One of them open the door and she got out of the chopper and immediately headed to the resort where Sumire was held captive.
The goons lead her the way and she enters a certain room. Charlotte immediately saw the maiden with both hands tightly handcuffed at the foot of the bed and slightly kneeling on the floor. Charlotte motioned her men to stay behind her and guard the door.
Sumire looked up with no expression on her face. "So it was you," It wasn't a question but a statement. "I thought of you today. It reminded me to take out the trash."
The trembling of Charlotte's hand quickly vanished and from mildly irritated she was fuming mad seeing that Sumire was not afraid or worried instead the arrogant smirk of the maiden was plastered on her face.
"Why don't you beg, maybe I'll change my mind about the possible worst thing I will do to you," Charlotte said while crossing her arms on her chest.
Sumire tilted her head to the side and stared at her ridiculously. "Why should I?" Unblinking, her lip curled sardonically, begrudging amusement.
Gritted teeth, Charlotte stepped closer, she menacingly glared at her while raising Sumire's chin. "Because your life is in my hands," Charlotte said emphatically and smiled villainously.
"No, dear. You're wrong. The moment you got me kidnapped, you sold your soul to Death. Your life is at his mercy." Sumire replied with a vicious smile that Charlotte's triumphant smile vanished in just a second. She violently releases Sumire's chin.
'She's right,' Charlotte stood up and stared down at the maiden who was now smiling psychotically from ear to ear.
"I don't give a damn care, coz tonight you're going to suffer." Charlotte then motioned to the goons who immediately approach her. The men eyeing Sumire lustfully from her half-open sleeve revealing a glimpse of her chest down to her exposed legs. She looks seductively in her position that the men in the room started to drool.
Sumire angled her head to the side while eyeing Charlotte like the most brainless person she'd ever met. With an amused expression, "You know, in the land of the witless, you would be queen." She said, unafraid of the danger that might happen to her any second from now.
"Do whatever you wish to do with her," Charlotte ordered as she turns her back and left the room. Ten big hunk men gradually approached Sumire like hungry lions ready to devour their prey. They took off their upper shirt as one of them closed the bedroom door.
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'Is she asleep?' Mort boarded in his Roll Royce phantom car hurriedly drive home where Sumire was waiting for him. When he arrived, his eyes immediately peruse for her presence and he expected her to be in bed but only to find his bedroom empty. Her scent lingered in his room. He went to the kitchen but no glimpse of her could be seen in the place. He immediately went to the parking lot and saw her car was still parked.
Mort check her car and suddenly the car key fell at his feet and he smell the chemical chloroform lingering in the air and right there, he knew Sumire was kidnapped.
Mort's face darkened as he walked back the car with heavy and big strides. He had a person in mind who could possibly do this to his woman. He started the engine and sped off and took the road to the De Mavius manor.
When he arrived at the place, Mort was greeted by the head butler of the family and escorted to the guest room where the Don of the family was.
The old man was happy with his sudden visit to the manor. "What brings you here, my son-in-law? Let's go to my library." The Don said but Mort just gave him cold shoulder and look expressionless which made the old man nervous.
"No need. I'm here to tell you that Charlotte kidnapped a Massoullève." Mort said coldly, making the Don turn cadaverous pale and panic quickly stricken on his face.
"W-what do you mean?" The Don asked in alarm. If there was another family he didn't want to cross with besides the Aslanovs, it was the Massoullève family. His blood ran cold.
Mort step closer and gave him a dark and baleful look. "If you don't tell me where Sumire was taken. I'm going to wipe your entire clan first thing at dawn."
